I first came to know Effie Ruskin some decades before the play brought her to public attention and made her a heroine of sorts. In the mid-1960’s my husband and I, and our children, spent the summer at Venice’s Lido, the locale of his youth...
Red-faced and sweating in autumn heat, Grandpa and his khaki friend from town unloaded picks and hammers off the truck, and took out a case with dials that seemed a radio or recording machine with spiral cord and microphone and needles.
